Men who are not given any voice in this because of the secret nature of the courts, what they're left with is dressing up ridiculously, but at least using humour to try and draw attention to their kids.
quote by Bob Geldof
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Nature Has Donned Her Dressing Gown
Snow is falling all around
like the shaking from a heavenly sieve while
Nature has donned her dressing gown.
Silently, it cascades down
for one and all to see, and smile
Snow is falling all around.
The beauty has arrived in our little town,
And all around the countryside for miles
Nature has donned her dressing gown.
Miss Kitty peers from the snowy mound
leaping and prancing like a ballet dancer, while
Snow is falling all around.
The pond is shimmering on level ground
the reflection of her majesty, she styles
Nature has donned her dressing gown.
There is not even heard a faint sound
As she hurries down the miles
Snow is falling all around
Nature has donned her dressing gown.
(12/17/08)
(Style - Villanelle)
poem by Doris McGohon
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The secret source of humour itself is not joy, but sorrow. There is no humour in heaven.
quote by Mark Twain
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Dressing Up
Going under slowly
It never seems too late
Going under so slow
Dressing up to kiss
Dressing up to touch all this
I'm dressing up to dance all week
I'm dressing up to sleep
Dressing up to kiss
Dressing up to be all this
I could eat your face
I could eat all of you
Oh this night will never let me go...
Going under slowly
Never seems too late
Going under slow
You'll pick me up again
song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Fly
It's no secret that the stars are falling from the sky
It's no secret that our world is in darkness tonight
They say the sun is sometimes eclipsed by a moon}
Y' know I don't see you when she walks in the room
It's no secret that a friend is someone who lets you help
It's no secret that a liar won't believe anyone else
They say a secret is something you tell another person
So I'm telling you... child
Low Voice:
A man will beg
A man will craw
On the sheer face of love
Like a fly on a wall
It's no secret at all
It's no secret that a conscience can sometimes be a pest
It's no secret ambition bites the nails of success
Every artist is a cannibal
song performed by by U2
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In the early years, I found a voice that was my voice and also partly my father's voice. But isn't that what you always do? Why do kids at 5 years old go into the closet and put their daddy's shoes on? Hey, my kids do it.
quote by Bruce Springsteen
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Cant Get No Justice
black man
in them poverty chains
cant get no justice
in them sterile white courts.
blue collar man
in them grimy working chains
cant get no justice
in them insulated courts.
freedom man
in them speak out chains
cant get no justice
in them walled off courts.
poor woman, ha!
in them second class chains
cant get no justice
in them man-god courts.
you and me
in them angry tired chains
cant get no justice
in them fictional courts!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Draw You
I see the spirit moving
In the very fabric of the universe
I tell you so
You see the power in your hand
To ease the suffering of a dying child
You tell me so
I reach for stars
But you are keeping
Both feet firmly planted
On the ground
Or so I've found
I wrestle with eternal questions
You wrestle with the here and now
Cause you're here now
It breaks my heart
That your alluring eye
Are blind to what I see
It's tragic that the quests
That move our live
Are just so different
But I would draw you into my heart
If your eyes weren't closed to me
And I would draw you into the world
Behind the one you see
If I could speak my mind
Then I would take you to secret places
Only ours to find
Your spirit longs to breathe
If only you'd believe
I look for miracles
And search for the miraculous
Along my way
You seem to say
The opposite is true for you
You just seem satisfied
With what you find each day
Your life's OK
Your spirit's lost and wandering in the sand
I swear I hear your voice
Crying save me from the desert
Take my hand
Lead me to water
But I would draw you into my heart
If your eyes weren't closed to me
And I would draw you into the world
Behind the one you see
If I could speak my mind
Then I would take you to secret places
Only ours to find
Your spirit longs to breathe
If only you'd believe
song performed by by Daniel Bedingfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Poem: 'Self-Abandonment
- 9. May.2006 -
The kids at school were mean to her
They called her nasty names
The kids at school abandoned her
Left her out of all their games
The kids at school hurt her badly
With each word that cruelly spoke
The kids at school were so unloving
As they slowly stole her hope
The kids at school were never kind
They put her through unspeakable hell
The kids at school gave up on her
So she gave up on herself…
poem by Rachel Ann Clark
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Draw You (demo)
I see the spirit moving in the very fabric of the universe
I tell you so
You see the power in your hands
To ease the suffering of a dying child
You tell me so
I reach for stars
But you are keeping both feet firmly planted
On the ground
Or so Ive found
I wrestle with eternal questions
You wrestle with the here and now
Cause youre here and now
It breaks my heart that your alluring eyes
Are blind to what I see
Its tragic that the quests that move our lives
Are just so different
But I could draw you into my heart
If your eyes werent closed to me
And I would draw you into the world
Behind the one you see
If I could speak my mind
Then I could take you to secret places only ours to find
Your spirit longs to breathe
If only youd believe
(la la la nah nah nah la la)
I look for miracles
And search for the miraculous along my way
You seem to say
The opposite is true for you
You just seem satisfied with what you find each day
Your lifes ok
Your spirits lost and wandering in the sand
I swear I hear your voice
Crying save me from the desert
Take my hand
Lead me to water
But I could draw you into my heart
If your eyes werent closed to me
And I could draw you into the world
Behind the one you see
If I could speak my mind
Then I would take you to secret places only ours to find
Your spirit longs to breathe
If only youd believe
song performed by by Daniel Bedingfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Games That We Play
Far too quickly we are bored
when some people try to draw attention
in the games that we daily play.
Far too quickly we are bored
and divided among ourselves
by every gossiper.
Far too quickly we are bored
when some people try to draw attention.
poem by Gert Strydom
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John Ballard
In the lust of my strength
I cursed God, but he paid no attention to me:
I might as well have cursed the stars.
In my last sickness I was in agony, but I was resolute
And I cursed God for my suffering;
Still He paid no attention to me;
He left me alone, as He had always done.
I might as well have cursed the Presbyterian steeple.
Then, as I grew weaker, a terror came over me:
Perhaps I had alienated God by cursing him.
One day Lydia Humphrey brought me a bouquet
And it occurred to me to try to make friends with God,
So I tried to make friends with Him;
But I might as well have tried to make friends with the bouquet.
Now I was very close to the secret,
For I really could make friends with the bouquet
By holding close to me the love in me for the bouquet
And so I was creeping upon the secret, but --
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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You Hear Nature's Voice
You hear Nature's voice in the river that ever flows on towards the sea
A voice destined to live forever that has lived for untold centuries
From the foothills of the high country it babbles downhill night and day
By groves and by ditches and hedgerows to saltwater it winds it's way.
You hear Nature's voice in her birdsong their music carrying in the breeze
The sounds that the freshening winds make rustling in the leaves of the trees
Some of the happier sounds of Nature though to Nature there's another side
When Nature she shouts out her anger all others from her seek a safe place to hide.
When Nature she grows very angry the fear of the World is in her cry
She shakes the Earth flattens great buildings she roars and her lightning flashes in the sky
She crackles when her forests burn leaving blackness and smoke everywhere
With the power of Nature in a fury none other can hope to compare.
You hear Nature's voice in all Seasons Winter, Spring and Summer and Fall
And you hear Nature's voice in the night-time when her nocturnal creatures do call
Nature's voice will live on forever 'tis something not destined to die
As Nature herself does not have a time span as such are for mortals such as I.
poem by Francis Duggan
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As I ventured to the Wood
As I ventured to the wood,
I stopped to draw on dewy air; let
Droplets shimmer in my hair, that
Rested on my tranquil head – as
In a sense of cosy bed.
As I ventured to the wood,
A gesturing cuckoo perched above,
And then in song with cooing dove,
‘You're welcome’, bade he, ’Enter please
To roam our land with gentle breeze.’
As I ventured to the wood,
A fallow deer of limpid eye
Gave care to glance at lucky I.
The heavenly aura 'bout her glow had
Charmed me, like a fine Bordeaux.
As I ventured to the wood,
A dazzling flower waved her face
In blazing show of dance and chase, and
Reddened bright in shade of dawn, she
Flirted like a prancing fawn.
As I ventured to the wood,
A butterfly had graced my arm,
And knowing I bid him no harm, he
Splayed for me hypnotic wing in
Colours for to urge me sing!
As I ventured to the wood,
The radiant sun shone down on me.
He flushed and beamed ‘I say to thee,
You bless your land; be filled with pride, and
Cherish e’er yon countryside! ’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
All rights reserved
Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature,
Nature, nature, Nature, nature,
Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature,
Nature, nature, Nature, nature,
Nature, nature, Nature, nature,
Nature, nature, Nature, nature,
Nature, nature, Nature, nature,
Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature,
Nature, nature, Nature, nature,
Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature,
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Saint Maximus at prayer
Sometimes, it’s all humour –
a divine joke shared between gods and men,
a twinkle in the eye of the Creator…
seeing to it, that the man
named Maximus, one day at prayer,
-his eyes were open, for his soul was still -
should notice the smallest beetle
making its way across the open testament,
minding, in its not so tiny mind, its own business…
and in its minimality, the man named Maximus
observed that it had, within its tiny iridescence, being;
watched his mind, learning of its nature;
felt his own being share its life, its spirit, with that little thing;
and understood – the beetle unconcerned, or so
it might appear, within our tiny world –
that in that moment, he had shared
the very nature of the Holy Trinity…
being, nature, living spirit.
Or as the Indians say,
from the Creator we receive
a smile, a message…
Maximal in minimal –
sometimes, it’s all humour.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Party
As we were dressing to go out our little girl and boy
Came in and asked if they could go this time
We told them little girls and boys don't belong at parties
And that they should be in bed asleep by nine
The babysitter came in then and we kissed the kids goodbye
And told them that we'd be home soon and told them not to cry
Then we left for the party like we'd so often done
Thinkin' only of ourselves and not our little ones
The party started out wild and it grew wilder as the night wore on
With drinking laughing teling dirty jokes nobody thinkin' of home
Then the stranger feeling came over me and it chilled me to the bones
And I told my wife that we'd better leave the party
Cause I felt that we were needed at home
As we rode along I got to thinking of how the kids that mornin'
Had asked if we would take them to church the next day
And how I'd put 'em off like I'd so often done
By sayin' we'd probably get home too late
Then my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of sirens
As they cut through the still night air
Then we turned down our street that's when we saw the fire
The rest was like a nightmare
We took their little bodies to church the next day
Though we'd left the party early we still got home too late
song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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…. T E R C E S…. E H T ….
From thousand miles away my mother’s voice on the other line
Excited about something really amazing: “THE SECRET”
- My daughter you must read it, you must see it! It is Amazing!
Happy I was to hear her voice, happy and renewed.
“THE SECRET” my eyes caught over my shelf…They say Art is a recreation,
So there I kept for motivation, as for “THE SECRET” was long before my inspiration.
There she was, my mom so glad, and me too, for her. So I asked, what is it mom, that you want?
- “A Million Dollars for you my daughter”… Tired I was, as for hours awake searching for my new destination,
when time comes for my vacation,
on the phone, holding myself up to hear my mom’s voice, because happiness was hers to share…
“THE SECRET” for her probably misspelled… So I asked: Mom is that your dream for yourself?
Because my Dream is something else…
poem by Florida Angel
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Secret Agent
Joan Alexander - secret agent (voice)
Bud Collyer - Superman, Nazi saboteurs (voice)
Sam Parker - Clark Kent, Nazi saboteurs (voice)
Jack Mercer - Perry White, Nazi saboteurs (voice)
Jackson Beck - Police Chief, Nazi saboteurs (voice)
Julian Noa - narrator, Police officer, Nazi saboteurs (voice)
Simply Lonely
He's lonely
He always is
He just wants the attention
That he never
Receives
Instead he hides
His feelings
In a guise as black as night
He uses red lines
He uses sharp edges
To hide, silently crying inside
They call him a troublemaker
He just wants the attention
That is always denied to him
His mother just sits in her room
Locked up with her boyfriend
Never paying attention
His father is no where to be found
He left years ago
No one can get close enough to see
The class clown
Just wants to have someone's
Undivided attention
To know someone
Truly cares
He's lonely
He always is
He just wants the attention
That he never
Recives
poem by Autumn Winds
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Attention
(olivia newton-john /annie roboff /steve seskin)
Here in my heart, theres the truth
But no one could love me like you
But lately you seem so far away
Pretending that you hear what I say
Its all I can do to get some attention from you
Sometimes you look so unsure
Has time left you longing for more?
Wishing you would let me back in
I just wanna be home again
Its all I can do to get some attention from you
You mean too much to me to give up without a fight
Lord knows we cant survive one more silent night
Id like to think theres a chance
Some way to save our romance
But if I have to do it alone
Id be better off on my own
Its all I can do to get some attention from you
Oh,what can I do to get some attention from you
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The secret of a good memory is attention, and attention to a subject depends upon our interest in it. We rarely forget that which has made a deep impression on our minds.
quote by Tryon Edwards
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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